Adrenaline - Russ

You’re my adrenaline

(You're my adrenaline)

You’re my adrenaline

(You're my adrenaline)

You’re my adrenaline

(You're my adrenaline)

You’re my adrenaline

(You're my adrenaline)

I fell in love with her flaws, is that wrong of me?

I like it when she calls and asks, «Is that song for me?»

Soft lips, hard headed, black boots, is that all for me?

I like the way your tattoos look when they crawl on me

You can fall on me if you get off balance

Swallow your pride, don’t swallow some average

Peasant’s kids when I could put you in a palace

Maybe not now, but I’m bout to, Alice

Cause we gon' make Wonderland

I can take you to a whole 'nother land

You don’t ever have to sell another gram

I’m just hoping that you’re not another fan

You’re my adrenaline

(You're my adrenaline)

You’re my adrenaline

(You're my adrenaline)

You’re my adrenaline

(You're my adrenaline)

You’re my adrenaline

(You're my adrenaline)

Maybe I’m going too fast, I didn’t want to at first

But the second that I saw you pass, I couldn’t press snooze

I had to get my ass to work

Cause I didn’t want anyone else on the high that I’m on

Writing the songs that I do, bout you

Bout me, for you

Why me?

Why you?

Who knows, I’m cool

If you are too

Cause

You’re my adrenaline

(You're my adrenaline)

You’re my adrenaline

(You're my adrenaline)

You’re my adrenaline

(You're my adrenaline)

You’re my adrenaline

(You're my adrenaline)

You’re my adrenaline

(You're my adrenaline)

You’re my adrenaline

(You're my adrenaline)

You’re my adrenaline

(You're my adrenaline)

You’re my adrenaline

(You're my adrenaline)